Grayson’s eyes sparked with fire, thrills raced down his veins as one of his brows arched.

‘ She's challenging me?’

The question flashed with amusement across his mind. His lips curved into a dangerous smile. Small. Unnervingly thrilling.

His heart thudding.

He lifted his hand to her face, touching her lower lip with his thumb. Very gently. Very deadly.

His voice, deep, hoarse, like a man trying so hard not to lose control. “ Tessa… do you even know what you're asking for?”

Their breaths—uneven now.

Their faces —inches apart.

Her breath stuttered, but she stared back into his eyes defiantly. Her voice so low it came almost like a...